🗣️ Louder For The People In The Back

avatrice stuff that i intend to finish

Nivi I don’t know if you watched the preath interview with Alex Cooper (never thought I’d see this crossover) but the parallels are paralleling because Tobin saying she was attracted to Christen because she could score goals really well and Christen saying she used to not be friends with Tobin but then once they became friends she just constantly wanted to be around her gives Paige and Azzi so bad!! Like Paige thinking Azzi is the best shooter ever and Azzi not being that bothered by Paige until she was forced to sit next to her on a flight and then just instantly being locked in! Anyways all hail Alex Cooper honestly because it’s been a long 8 years but we’ve finally made it

Y'ALL WE REALLY MADE IT OUT OF THE TRENCHES HUH? I've been rewatching the interview on loop like I really and truly can't believed we've made it to this point?

And ugh the parallels are insane. The 8 years part really stuck out to me like it's kinda insane that both Pazzi and Preath look like they're in an eternal honeymoon phases, as obsessed with each other right now as they were the very first time and ugh I just love people in love, it heals my heart.

Also I thought it was really funny where they were asked about keeping it a secret and they were like "well we knew we were dating" and that just feels so in line with private but not a secret.

I don't think we talk enough about Amari's live the night Lebron broke the record. Azzi was very demanding and Paige gave in everytime. The looks between Ice, Ines and Amari something was definitely going down and then Amari moving to block the side of the bed completely.

I know we love the other live 😉 but this live is my Roman Empire.

She told them to shut up and they listened, she told Paige she wanted to play a game and she did. Our girl really is a princess, whatever she wants she gets!

Allow me to stare at this Luthor beauty. (6x08)

what do you do when you're lonely?

It depends. There are different kinds of lonely, aren’t there?

There’s the quiet kind. It’s almost light. It’s the soft realisation that nobody has understood you for quite a while - in fact, you’re not really sure when you last felt understood. It settles around you like a blanket and you let it. It’s a return to familiarity.

When I feel like this, I go for a walk, or write a poem, and think a lot. Usually, I realise that it is an impossible task to expect anybody to understand me completely but I am understandable in fragments to different people at different times and that is okay. The most important thing is that I understand myself.

There is the specific kind. When you feel isolated or left out or unloved by a particular person or group of people. When you don’t understand why. When you feel that there must be something wrong with you, something different or awkward that makes you difficult to love. It’s heavy and shameful.

When I feel like this, I think about my perceived differences and realise that I have people in my life who are grateful for them. I think about whether I am truly being excluded or whether I’ve just interpreted a situation in that way because of my defense mechanisms. And I talk to my loved ones because everybody needs a reminder that they’re loveable from time to time.

Finally, there is a violent kind of lonely. It is desperate. Chronic. Hopeless. For me, it accompanies a period of being continuously misunderstood. Being called selfish when you were trying to be selfless. Being called cruel when you thought you were acting out of kindness. Being called defensive when you were trying to communicate. Being told you didn’t care when you know you did. It isolates you from everyone, even you from yourself. This is when you begin to wonder whether people really mean it when they say they love you.

I think this kind of loneliness can only be solved by looking deep inside and trusting yourself to be who you think you are. To have conviction that you are kind, and compassionate, and imperfect, but good. And to know that you are loveable because of these things.

As if we were the ones tying Azzi to Paige and not them, forgetting that other people exist.

my dad likes to call the stretches of time where you’re not creating “dreaming periods” and says that they’re meant to allow you to absorb all of the beauty, life, and inspiration from the things around you so that when you’re able to create again, you will have fanned your spark back into a flame. sometimes its hard to see those moments as anything but stagnation, but he always says that they’re natural and healthy and needed—things that should be embraced rather than feared.

damn paige is so lucky